. . MrSpock is masturbating-adviser of many priests and bishops. He has advised even the pope, once his tail had dried up . . . MrSpock passed by to M...asha without seeing her. He couldn't see her because was actually naked and didn't look like a rusty bicycle . . .Masha want to give a collection of used condoms, like box of chocolate candies, to MrCockTail at Christmas. Some of these lovely fanny-candy-condoms she would like to fill herself! But where should she get the fannies with all the. I mean—“ I stammered. “He’s not what, Krys? Not beating you up or not your boyfriend?” I saw a little smile cross her lips. I took a deep breath. I figured the best thing, as strange as it seemed, was to tell her the truth. “He’s not really my boyfriend. Well, he is, but he isn't only that. He’s my master and I am his slave and he isn’t beating me up. He spanks my tits and ass for his pleasure. It’s a part of what we do…together.” My words came out in a stream and I stood before her, naked, my. Lee said sure let's try. I rolled over on my stomach and Lee quickly went down to my ass and spread my cheeks. He leaned in and spit on my asshole. He then then dove tongue first into my asshole. Licking my ass, crack, and cheeks before he pushed his tongue into my asshole. I my fucking god Lee I moaned as he service my asshole. I said get the lube from the nightstand and fuck me. He grabbed the bottle and poured some on his dick and stroked it then fingered my ass with some more pushing lube. Her left leg swung up, then came down on my back as her entire body convulsed and cum juice gushed out of her pussy all over my hand and chin. “Fuck me now. PLEASE,” she cried. As I moved up over her, she grabbed my dick and guided it in. I began pumping her. Grabbing my right wrist, she brought the fingers that had been in her to her mouth, sucking them clean of her juice. I pounded hard and fast into her. Again, she went rigid, then let out a short scream as her legs and arms clamped around.